James Tiberius Kirk (
boldygoing) wrote2017-05-25 08:05 pm
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The Long Silence [for losthunter]
Jim had been looking forward to getting drinks with Hunter after the end of the Nibiru mission.
Sure, it didn't exactly go according to plan, but when does it ever? And with the news of a five-year mission in the works, not yet assigned to a ship, he's pretty excited that the Enterprise might have a shot at the most prestigious and ambitious assignment Starfleet has ever offered. No crew is more prepared, he feels. And getting to explore uncharted territory every day for five years is a dream come true.
But that's before he gets called into Pike's office and busted back to fucking cadet.
Before the admiral tells him that the Enterprise is no longer Jim's.
Before Pike tracks him down in a dive bar, spiraling into the black hole of his own thoughts, consuming everything except the horrible, sinking feeling in his gut that somehow he's done everything horribly wrong, and the admiral tells him that he's not out of the running just yet.
He's not captain anymore. But Commander Kirk is the first officer of the Enterprise now, and as awful as it is that Spock has been reassigned, it's a rope thrown to a drowning man.
He's not okay. But maybe eventually he will be. And he barely has time to process any of this before the call comes in, that there's an emergency session called at Headquarters. Something like that is never, ever good news. And no matter what it's about, Jim has the distinct feeling that he's not going to be able to get around to having drinks with Hunter tonight.
He hurries to get into his gray dress uniform, and fires off a quick text message to the now-familiar number. Need raincheck. Emergency @ HQ.
Surely he'll have the time to reschedule later, once the crisis is over.
Sure, it didn't exactly go according to plan, but when does it ever? And with the news of a five-year mission in the works, not yet assigned to a ship, he's pretty excited that the Enterprise might have a shot at the most prestigious and ambitious assignment Starfleet has ever offered. No crew is more prepared, he feels. And getting to explore uncharted territory every day for five years is a dream come true.
But that's before he gets called into Pike's office and busted back to fucking cadet.
Before the admiral tells him that the Enterprise is no longer Jim's.
Before Pike tracks him down in a dive bar, spiraling into the black hole of his own thoughts, consuming everything except the horrible, sinking feeling in his gut that somehow he's done everything horribly wrong, and the admiral tells him that he's not out of the running just yet.
He's not captain anymore. But Commander Kirk is the first officer of the Enterprise now, and as awful as it is that Spock has been reassigned, it's a rope thrown to a drowning man.
He's not okay. But maybe eventually he will be. And he barely has time to process any of this before the call comes in, that there's an emergency session called at Headquarters. Something like that is never, ever good news. And no matter what it's about, Jim has the distinct feeling that he's not going to be able to get around to having drinks with Hunter tonight.
He hurries to get into his gray dress uniform, and fires off a quick text message to the now-familiar number. Need raincheck. Emergency @ HQ.
Surely he'll have the time to reschedule later, once the crisis is over.
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And speaking of things that were not planned, but are still right there on the surface level. "The thing that you should know, before you fly off to your next adventure and your next choice... is that I am always very proud of you. Thinking of you. Caring for you."
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And he doesn't really know what to say to that.
"That's... I..." It's not often that Jim Kirk is at a loss for words, but this whole situation has been an emotional clusterfuck of epic proportions, and he flounders a bit, torn between the discomfort of a lifetime of feeling unworthy of such a sentiment, and the appreciation for his friend, who's taken on such a heavy emotional burden with little to show for it.
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"Hunter... you're really something, you know that?" he says instead, mustering up a smile.
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"So what should we handle next? The big reveal to your crew? Or this book I brought?"
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"Or is it that you just really want to hear this Stephen King novel?"
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"What d'ya have today?"
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"So no spoilers..." He teases Jim.
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It's kind of nice.
And besides... it's more about the company than the story, anyway.
Jim leans back against the pillows and listens to Hunter's voice, as he begins to read out the tale.
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